Does anyone know where I can actually get some yummy fresh peas in this city? I languish on the frozen kind, longing for that deliciously resistant sweetness to greet my adoring bite rather than bland thawed sogginess. blech.
I tried to make bread yesterday, and couldn't get it to rise. I think I need fresh yeast. The little packets I bought nseem to be quite dead, or maybe they just hate me. It's a yeast rebellion in my kitchen, ladies and gents. all that beautiful dough, remaining an inert and cold instead of magically springing to life. Gah.
I hope that impudent dough is the worst I have to deal with this weekend. The fewer food-releated calamties that happen around Saturday's party, the happier I will be. I think all I really have to do now is clean and bake a pie...
but not just any pie. A pie large enough to fit in a lasagna tin. Der Uber-pie.
I hope you all can make it. heh.